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Is it a sound of voices in the wind? The breeze is on the rock: a gleam of sunshine Breaks through those farther clouds. It is like hope Upon a hopeless state. (Starting up, and gazing eagerly around her.) I'll to that highest crag and take my stand: Some little speck upon the distant wave May to my eager gaze a vessel grow— Some onward wearing thing,—some boat—some raft— Some drifted plank.O hope! thou quit'st us never!

SCENE II.A small island, from which the former is seen in the distance, like a little pointed rock standing out of the sea.

This little swarded spot that o'er the waves, Cloath'd in its green light, seem'd to beckon to us, Right pleasant is: until our comrades join,